One early Friday Morning not too long ago, the day started uneventfully. I got Bink out of the bed and the house by 5:20 for football practice; and then, while Emmy and Davis slept a little longer, I sat down for coffee and some quiet. The morning was peaceful as I sat...

At 6:50ish, it was time to get dressed and ready for a morning appointment, so I did just that. And then, around 7:02, my husband Mac casually asked, "How's Davis getting to school?" It was at this moment and not one second sooner, that I realized I had completely forgotten about Davis! He needed to be at school at 7:25 am. (Emmy is home-schooled so she was fine where she lay). Mac could not take Davis due to his schedule, so it was up to me...

At 7:06, a wet-moppy-headed mom and a dazed bed-headed son could be seen flying down Wilson Pike towards Ravenwood High School. I wonder, is there any graceful way to say to your child, "I'm so sorry, I forgot about you?" Thankfully, he made it, with a couple of minutes to spare.

As I drove home, full of motherly guilt, I asked the Lord for some encouraging words concerning my poor parenting. The verse that came to my mind immediately was:

Can a woman forget her child, and have no compassion on the son of her womb?

My already discouraged heart responded, "Well, gee thanks God; that was not quite what I was after." But then my mind settled on the next line of this particular verse:

Even these may forget, but I will not forget you. (Isaiah 49:15)

God wanted to teach me through my mistake that morning; He doesn't waste anything. He was saying to me (and to you): "I will never forget my children". Yes, He knows when we sit down and when we rise up...He scrutinizes our paths... and is intimately acquainted with all our ways. (Psalm 139:1-2) He does this for each one of us; and there is no partiality with Him.

If your heart is crying, "Forget-me-not!!" Rest assured, your God cannot! He knows your heartbeat, your thumbprint, and the hairs on your head. Talk to Him, and let Him talk to you. He knows the plans He has for you...today.

Interestingly, only a few days after I forgot to wake Davis, I then forgot to pick Emmy and her carpool buddies up from their tutorial... Hmm, should I be worried about myself? I guess God wanted to teach me a double lesson, and also to show my middle-child Davis that my "forgetting" was not a personal thing. (In a sad way, I didn't show partiality either.)

Hopefully, my children will also learn the lesson God taught me: that they have a wonderful Heavenly Father who will forget-them-not, in spite of their blonde-headed earthly mother who sometimes does.